The young couple from the farm fights back

Now that the new house had more rooms, Jiang Li and An Ge'er slept in the main room, while Zhou Chunfeng and his two sons slept in the adjacent secondary room. Previously, in the small shed, there was no choice, so the whole family lay sideways, with the three children in the middle.

Given a choice, Jiang Li naturally didn't want to sleep on the same kang with Zhou Chunfeng, as no one would think they were a real couple.

On the day of autumn harvest, at the hour of Yin.

The sound of gongs could be heard in the village, and several major clan halls opened to worship their ancestors. Except for the villagers from other clans who were not local, all the male heads of the major local clans in Shilitun rushed to the ancestral halls to worship, hoping that their ancestors would bless them with a good harvest this year.

When Zhou Chunfeng went out, Jiang Li also went to the kitchen to cook, making a pot of brown rice porridge and steaming a few white flour buns and two-grain flour buns.

A while ago, Jiang Li spent money to buy a small basket of eggs from the villagers. He boiled five of them in water and soaked half a liter of mung beans bought from the town. He made a sweet soup and chilled it with well water.

The sun was blazing hot in the afternoon during the autumn harvest season, and without some mung bean soup to cool her down, her body simply couldn't handle it. Besides, she and Zhou Chunfeng were the only two laborers in the main house, and they had to harvest two and a half acres of land in just two days, which meant they had to work non-stop.

When Zhou Chunfeng returned from the ancestral hall, it was already dawn. The couple had breakfast together in the kitchen, and the child was still asleep.

"You can go to the field later, there's no rush." Zhou Chunfeng instructed.

"Okay, I'll wake the kids up and eat, then I'll find you in the fields. This is the first time we're harvesting rice seedlings, so be careful with your sickle. It doesn't matter if we're a day late in the harvest."

Jiang Li was worried that Zhou Chunfeng would not have a good harvest. She remembered that when she was a child, she went back to the countryside to visit relatives with her grandparents. It happened to be the rice seedling harvest season. She had seen farmers harvesting rice seedlings in the fields and accidentally scratched their hands and feet with sickles because they were not careful.

Zhou Chunfeng's mouth curled up slightly, "Okay."

After Zhou Chunfeng picked up his sickle and went out, Jiang Li went into the house to wake up the children, and took them to wash and eat breakfast. Then, with one child on her back, another in her arms, and a little one by her tail, the four of them headed to the field to find the child's father.

Zhou Chunfeng went to the rented half-acre land to harvest first. When Jiang Li came with the children, he had already harvested two bunches of crops, and his movements were quite skillful.

Looking around, the fields were filled with villagers bent over, heads bowed, gathering rice seedlings, each one working as quickly as possible to collect the crops. No one paid attention to who was passing by as they came and went. Some aunties, even without looking up, could be heard chatting and laughing loudly across the ridges of the fields.

Instead, there is a different kind of bustling atmosphere. Jiang Li feels that she quite likes this down-to-earth and busy life.

Jiang Li put the children down and said carefully, "Brother Heng, you stay here and take good care of your brother. Your mother and your father will work together."

Brother Heng had a full meal this morning, so he was extremely obedient. He nodded sweetly, "Yeah."

Jiang Li picked up the newly bought sickle. The young couple focused on the work at hand and did not speak except for exchanging glances.

From time to time, he would look up at the three children sitting on the field playing. Jing'er was relatively strong, and several times he tried to climb to the ridge of the field, but Heng'er pulled him back from behind.

Anger was holding a wooden doll that Zhou Chunfeng had made for him in his spare time. He babbled and knocked the ground with the doll, or turned around and knocked his second brother's buttocks twice.

With Jiang Li's joining, half an acre of rice was harvested before noon.

Jiang Li straightened up with the support of his aching lower back, thinking about bundling the rice and carrying it back to the yard first, having lunch, and then going to work on the two acres of land.

When she looked up, she saw that the child was no longer there where he had been sitting and playing.

"Where's Brother Heng?"

Zhou Chunfeng, who was tying up rice seedlings with his hands and feet, looked up when he heard the words, and his eyes were stunned.

The couple immediately looked around, but there was no sign of the child. The child was clearly there just now, it was just a matter of not noticing for a few minutes. Where did the child go?

Zhou Chunfeng immediately stood up, his face darkening a little: "Hurry up and look for him, the child can't run far."

Not to mention that An Ge'er couldn't even stand up, Jing Ge'er couldn't run, and Heng Ge'er couldn't go far with his two younger brothers.

Jiang Li threw down the sickle in his hand, and thought of the beggar who appeared in the book, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly.

"Brother Heng~"

"Brother Jing~"

The two men searched separately. The villagers who were harvesting nearby didn't pay much attention at first, but gradually they realized something was wrong and started looking up.

"Chunfeng family, what happened?" Seeing Jiang Li running past the ridge of the field, an aunt raised her head and asked.

"My child, did you see him just now, auntie?"

The child is missing?

Boom~~

The villagers who heard the news were immediately in an uproar. Losing a child is a big deal. In the same village, no matter whose child is lost, they cannot just turn a blind eye.

"Brother Zhou, I just saw your eldest son in your field." A young man said while standing in his own field.

The half-acre of land rented by the big house is relatively remote, and except for the villagers living in the adjacent fields, other villagers would not bother to look at it.

Zhou Chunfeng found a way out and turned back to find Jiang Li: "To the beginning and end of the village."

He also remembered what Jiang Li had said about the beggars. What if the beggars disguised themselves as villagers and passed by the surrounding area, knocked the children unconscious and took them away when they were not paying attention? There were only two ways to leave the village: the front and the back of the village.

Many villagers have thrown away their sickles and said, "Hurry up, everyone, help us. Don't collect the garbage. Finding the child is the most important thing."

Jiang Li felt extremely panicked for the first time after traveling through time for so long. Even though the child was not born by her in reality, he was her flesh and blood relative in the world of the book.

"Thank you very much, thank you everyone." Jiang Li's eyes couldn't stop moistening, and he said to Zhou Chunfeng, "You lead the people to the village head, and I will lead the people to the village tail."

"it is good."

Soon, the villagers who knew about it joined in and divided into two groups to surround the village from the front and back. The villagers who were harvesting farther away heard that the three children of Mr. Zhou were missing, and they couldn't help but stop what they were doing out of curiosity.

Uncle Zhou and Aunt Hu were stunned when they heard this, thinking they were errand boys.

Aunt Hu was the first to react, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and help find Brother Heng~"

Dashuan and Zhao immediately put down their sickles, and the family of four joined the search team.

The villagers couldn't believe it; the child had gone missing in broad daylight, in front of everyone's eyes. But a thief had entered the village, a beggar who specialized in stealing children and would beat anyone he caught.

Jiang Li and Zhou Chunfeng knew that who else could have taken the child away from their eyes in such a short time except a professional beggar.

All of a sudden, half of the villagers were mobilized and searched almost every alley and intersection in the village where people could hide. Some even turned over the waist-high rice in the fields, for fear that children might hide in them out of play.

When the Zhou family heard that the three eldest brothers were missing, they could not help but watch coldly from their own fields. Only Zhou Laoer seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

Yes, Zhou Laoer wanted to say, why don’t their family help look for him too. After all, he is his nephew. Even if the two families have a quarrel, the child is innocent.

Zhou Laosan hoped that the eldest wife would not be able to find the child, and that the two black-hearted couple would have no descendants.

Wang and Lin were more gloating. Lin turned around and glanced at the second brother. She didn't know what the useless second brother was thinking.

"What are you doing? You don't need to live anymore. Hurry up and work for me. Everyone depends on the pot at home to survive. How can you have the mind to worry about other people's children? Why don't you see them sharing their food with you?"

Zhou Laoer was choked by his mother's roar and continued to cut rice absent-mindedly with his head down.